Call me Dr. Peter Venkman... CUZ IM BUSTIN GHOST
Yo yo its ya boy G-Pfeif reppin the 301 and 410, also the 202... I got all my solo tracks here, along with any battles/disses I do on Lyricalassault.co.uk
Lyrics
Ill put you in check, ghost show some respect,
Congratulations son, yo ass can flow on the net
Thinking ya street, talking bout ya hittin wit heat
PLEASE just try and spit ur stretched bull sh** to a beat
And youll fall flat on your face, man this kids a disgrace
Lyrically this lil tyke dont come up to my waist
Your punches dint hit, maybe a few got close
But tell me this, who in the world heard of a hot ghost?
By definition youre cold & your punches pass through me
Ghosts cant hurt me, cmon I seen that Casper movie
He was a soft and docile, by all means friendly
So how can this ghost claim now that he can end me?
i heard you and kon play in ya room wit broom sticks
you dress up as casper, and he plays wendy the witch
forreal dog, I didnt really know you were gay,
till I went to myspace and I looked at ya page
it got me thinking, this is a waste, I could no-show
and post a link to ur myspace, and prove you a homo
this kids nothing but a b*** , just look at his pics
and his layout proves that he prolly likes suckin dick
whats with the fairies dawg, u just lost ur swag
guess this pansy never tossed a ball wit his dad
comin at me kid, man thats ur main mistake
tell ya what, ill stop eatin so you can gain some weight
what you way, like a buck 10, let the fun begin
wait, this stan gotta go bleach his hair once again
look at this b*** , how are you gon start talking wit clout
when Em wrote Stan, ghost was who he was talking about
he just a skinnier version, in his room wit closed curtains
playin final fantasy tryna to escape all the hurtin
this dude stays in his room, gamin, cant ya see
a date wit a real girls this b*** es final fantasy
he tried his hand at me, found out i aint to be f*** ed wit
he just mad cuz hes socially awkward in public
this dudes a gamer, he dont got a real life
and I aint psychic, but I bet hell never have a real wife
u say youll put shells on my neck, thats a surprise
cuz what typa gangsta wears colored contacts in his eyes
ill give you a beatingehhh, but then again
you an anorexic slim shady, ill give you an M&M
you look hungry playa, so please grab a snickers
they call him ghost cuz he looks dead in half his pictures
I give up man, fightin this fag is useless
But tell me, how you gonna act hard you from Massachusetts
I didnt wanna have to do this, but you tried to hit pfeif
Im sorry, you just a confused kid wit a sh** life.
